“And you warned me. Don’t think for a moment I’m complaining or regretting. I was only answering your question. Do you realize, dear, we shall have been married eight years day after to-morrow?”
“So we have, Edna. And what a blessing our marriage has been to me!”
“We have been very happy.” Then, she said, after a pause, as though she had been making up her mind to put the question, “You are really content, Morgan?”
“Content?” he echoed, “with you, Edna?”
“Not with me as me, but with us both together; with our progress, and with what we stand for as human beings?”
“I think so. That is, relatively speaking, and provided I understand correctly what you mean.”
She had not resumed her work, and her eager, resolute expression indicated that she was preparing to push the conversation to a more crucial point.
“I suppose what I mean is, would you, if we were going to start over again, do just as you have—devote yourself to science?”
“Oh!” Morgan flushed. “I don’t see the use of considering that conundrum. I have devoted myself to science and there is no help for it, even if I were dissatisfied.”
“No present help.”